you are a star

Yu's old house.

It was dinner time, and it was said that Yu Wenzhou would come back for dinner, but according to the time, Yu Wenzhou should have arrived home by now.

But Yu Xianli called twice, but no one answered. He called again, and heard the butler's voice from outside: "The second young master is back."

Yu Xianli threw the phone aside, got up and walked out.

I saw Yu Wenzhou getting out of the car. On a rainy day, he didn't even hold an umbrella. He walked to the porch from the outside, and the housekeeper hurriedly followed behind with an umbrella, but he was too old to catch up with Yu Wenzhou. long legs.

Just as Yu Xianli was about to reprimand him, Yu Wenzhou suddenly stopped under the eaves and looked up at Yu Xianli who was on the stairs.

At this moment, the rain was getting heavier, and his body was soaked by the rain. His hair, which was neither long nor short, was wet, and rainwater was constantly dripping from his head. When he blinked, raindrops dripped from his slender eyelashes .

"Master, wait for me," the butler followed up tremblingly, standing beside him with an umbrella, holding his arm, "It's raining heavily, come in quickly, and see if you're all wet, such a big people..."

But the housekeeper's age can't shake the young and strong Yu Wenzhou.

Yu Wenzhou remained motionless, looking straight at Yu Xianli with eagle-like eyes.

"What are you going crazy about today? Come up!" Yu Xianli signaled the bodyguard next to him to go down and pull him into the room. Although his tone was stern, the concern in his voice could not be concealed.

But Yu Wenzhou's cold gaze swept over him, and no one dared to move for a while.

Yu Wenzhou's exquisite facial features were stained by the rain, and his face turned pale, "I have a few words to ask you."

When he said this, his emotions didn't fluctuate much, and he could even be said to be calm, but this battle didn't seem like he was going to say something calm.

Yu Xianli has never seen this side of his son. Although Yu Wenzhou was stubborn when he was young, he rarely disobeyed him. The relationship between father and son has always been good.

But for so many years, he seldom stayed by Yu Wenzhou's side. Most of the time, Yu Wenzhou went abroad to accompany him. On the road of Yu Wenzhou's growth, he was indeed incompetent as a father.

In fact, Yu Wenzhou has always been tolerant of his father in terms of father-son relationship, and he has never complained, nor has he developed a bad character.

Despite his surly appearance, Yu Wenzhou has a very soft heart.

But Yu Xianli had a premonition in his heart that what he was going to ask next would make the relationship between their father and son precarious, even to the point of breaking up.

"Why did my mother suffer from depression back then?" Yu Wenzhou raised his hand to press on the brow bone, and slapped the palm down fiercely, the blood on his face seemed to fade instantly.

Yu Xianli looked at him, his fingers hanging by his side trembled almost imperceptibly, he frowned, took a deep breath, and said, "Postpartum depression, didn't I tell you?"

"Postpartum depression?" Yu Wenzhou sneered, "She has been depressed for ten years, how old was I when she committed suicide? Yu Xianli, why don't you use your brain when you make up lies?"

He looked at Yu Xianli with mocking eyes, as if he was watching a joke.

"Who told you that she had been depressed for ten years?" Yu Xianli's throat tightened.

Yu Wenzhou turned his head and glanced at the well-trimmed bushes. At this moment, the rain was washing on them, and the dark green leaves reflected light. The scene of his mother planting flowers and plants when he was young appeared in his mind.

She is a gardener, and she has always spoken softly and gently.

At that time, he was still very young, less than ten years old, and that day was very close to the Spring Festival. He was invited to someone's home for his birthday. His mother kissed his forehead and said that he would pick him up later.

He just waited, waited, waited until the other children had left, but he didn't wait for his mother. Later, the housekeeper rushed over and said with red eyes, "Master, the wife is dying."

When he got home, his mother was lying peacefully on the bed, dressed beautifully, with a string of pearl necklaces around her neck.

It was no different from falling asleep, but he no longer heard someone call him Xiaozhou softly.

He has no mother.

What he couldn't forget, he thought it was what his father said, that his mother suffered from postpartum depression when she gave birth to him, and she had not received good treatment and lived a very painful life.

For so many years, he couldn't pass this hurdle, and felt that it was his fault.

But when the truth of the matter was bloodied in front of him, it was so ironic and painful.

"I can investigate some things myself. Do you think it can be covered up seamlessly?" Yu Wenzhou gritted his teeth, grabbed the umbrella from the butler's hand, and smashed it on the ground!
"You guys are all lying to me! My mother was forced to death by you, Yu Xianli, you frankly forced my mother to death!"

"It was you who forced my mother to death! Because of Wei Yang, right? You forced my mother to death because of that woman! After that woman died a few years later, you went abroad and left me here alone. I have become an orphan!"

As if struck by a bolt of lightning, Yu Xianli swayed for a while, but fortunately the servant beside him helped him in time so that he wouldn't fall to the ground.

He tremblingly looked at Yu Wenzhou under the stairs.

It is said that a son is more like a mother, and it is true. Wenzhou's eyebrows and eyes have a bit of his mother's charm. Even if he does not lose the masculinity of a man, his appearance is more beautiful.

But at this moment, this beautiful face was full of resentment.

It turned out that he was not without resentment, he actually also hated why his father left him here.

Just because he doesn't say it doesn't mean he doesn't feel pain.

Yes, Wenzhou with a soft heart, how could he not feel pain?

Yu Xianli's heart suddenly felt tight with pain.

He really didn't like his wife, but Wenzhou was his son, and he had no reason not to love his own flesh and blood, but at that time he didn't dare to face Wenzhou, let alone let him know that he was the one who killed her. his mother.

So he chose to escape, chose to lie, and went abroad after Wei Yang died.

He covered his heart, took a deep breath, and said with a pale face: "I never thought of forcing her to death, Wenzhou, you believe in dad, I never thought of forcing her to death, your mother is very good, But……"

"Enough!" Yu Wenzhou interrupted him in a cold voice, the roots of his teeth were bleeding from his bite, his fingers clenched tightly, and his knuckles made a crackling sound, "You don't deserve to mention my mother, you don't deserve it."

He kicked open the broken umbrella by his feet and turned to leave, but the housekeeper hurriedly grabbed him and said anxiously: "Master, where are you going, master!"

After all, Yu Wenzhou still cared about the butler's age, so instead of pushing him away, he grabbed his hand away without turning his head, and sneered, "I feel disgusted when I see him."